Total pages in book: 227
Estimated words: 220940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1105(@200wpm)___ 884(@250wpm)___ 736(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 220940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1105(@200wpm)___ 884(@250wpm)___ 736(@300wpm)
Blood rushes into my cock. “Shit,” I breathe, gripping her hair, biting at her lip ring, tugging. I pull her in and stand, holding her to my front, dizzy with anticipation and desperation to relive the most intimate experience I’ve ever had.
I walk us inside and put her down by the bed, reaching for the comforter and tugging it off, along with the mattress cover before I pull the pillows from the cases. I get the throw off the chair in the corner and cover the mattress, then unbuckle my belt as I return to Pearl, her body pulsing, mine tingling as I drag the belt from around my waist and loop it over her head, using the two ends to pull her close. Her hands wrap around the leather on either side, her eyes darting across my face.
“I’m trembling in my boots, Brad Black,” she murmurs, and I smile, pushing my mouth to hers. The belt’s dropped, and I snake an arm around her waist, lifting her and pressing her to me as I walk us to the bed, growling, groaning at the feel of her fingers dragging across my head, pulling my hair. I lay her down and strip her slowly, addicted to the sounds of her impatience, of my heart, of her face as she watches me worship her, kissing a different part of her body each time I remove something, until she’s naked and I’m painfully solid behind the fly of my pants. I have never been so desperate to be inside a woman.
I take her hands and place them over her breasts, and she exhales, long and loud, massaging herself as I stand and remove my pants. I reach into my boxers, feeling the dampness of my leaking cock. Fucking hell, I’m going to have her in every position known to man, teach her everything, discover her pleasure—what she likes, what she doesn’t—and I’ll be the only man to ever see her face like this. I push my boxers down my legs and watch her eyes fall straight to my jutting dick. In this moment, I wish she was the only woman to have ever touched it. Felt it.
Kneeling on the bed, dropping my ass to my heels, I slip on a condom under her watchful eye. Then I take her hand, pulling her onto my lap, holding my breath, feeling her tense when I skim her entrance. “Relax,” I whisper, taking her hips. “Lift a little.” Her leg muscles tense, her ass peeling off my thighs to allow me to reach beneath us. My mouth lax, my vision hazy, I level up and swallow, preparing for the insane pleasure coming. “Lower slowly.” It’s a gentle order, as I take her hips again, helping her. This is categorically the best view I’ve had—her lust-filled eyes, her wet lips, her pink cheeks. The feel of her shaking, her scent overwhelming me. And the feel of her tight pussy taking me inch by inch?
“Fuck.” I exhale the word, keeping a close eye for discomfort. “You okay?” I ask, and she nods, breathing in, clenching her eyes closed briefly. I firm up my grip of her hips, stopping her taking any more. “Pearl.”
“It’s okay,” she says, fighting me. “I’m okay.”
“Stop,” I order.
“Brad, I’m—”
“I said, stop,” I snap, my voice raised. She relents fighting my hold and stops trying to push herself down. I know what she’s doing here. I lift, slipping out of her. “What’s the rush?” I tuck her hair back for her, kissing the corner of her mouth. “We’ve got all the time in the world.” I won’t be able to push her away after this. Not again.
She nods, her arms going around my neck and holding on, leaning back, giving me an eyeful of her chest. I raise a brow. She smirks. I drop my mouth to her nipple and flick it lightly with my tongue.
“Oh God,” she whispers, her chest concaving.
“Is that good?” I ask, taking my mouth across her chest to the other, repeating.
“Bloody hell, yes.”
Again on the other side.
“Brad.” Her hands fist my hair.
“I think I could make you come just doing this,” I whisper, tickling each bullet in turn, biting at her flesh, licking around her nipple.
“Oh God,” she breathes. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
I look up and see nothing but ecstasy on her face. Sensitive nipples. Perfect. I reach between her thighs and rub gently across her hot, wet clit. “Shit!” she yelps, grinding down onto my hand. Her green eyes swirl, her hair swishing around her face. I hold it back, needing to see her come every time I make it happen tonight, continuing my assault on her body. She becomes rigid on my lap. I keep my eyes on her, lowering my face to her breast and sucking it deep into my mouth as I plunge a finger inside of her. Her body jacks, her muscles tighten further around my fingers, and she cries out, the strain on her face beautiful as she rides my hand, takes the pleasure. I release her boob, giving her nipple a quick bite first. She jerks, too out of breath to yelp, her forehead falling onto my shoulder. I give her a few moments to recover before pulling my fingers out and taking her hair, easing her away from my shoulder.